The Spike Poem Anthology II

by Zephyr Spark

Ode to Zecora

Zecora’s magic craft is potion drafts
She lives to help and light our paths.
Her mane sings black and white like chimes.
Her wisdom flows through seas of rhymes.
No doctor knows more magic drinks
No pony knows her past methinks.
The Everfree’s her cottage house. Her home
Is here with us. She’s a part of our small home.

Author's Note:

Iambic tetrameter is hard.